The Vinyl Experience I squeeze past stacks of vinyl discs leaning like the Tower of Pisa to reach a musty room clouded by decades of dust. Arranged like church pews, cartons and boxes overflow with loved and discarded albums, and against the back wall millions of thin black discs sit waiting to spin at 45 revolutions per minute. Other customers navigate past me; college hipsters, unkempt old men, and hard rockers all head to the front of the store clutching their...

Outgoing, Curious,...